Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire

How many years in one's life will one have an arm like Seth (a perishable fruit), many months of suffering, and unforgettable worries? Only, Amset.

————Left by ancient Terran poets

Tomorrow, the Blue Bay Tavern is full of people, all wearing bulletproof armor and laser guns. The double-headed eagle is shining in the dim light of the pub, and the smell of Amset wine is so strong that it is suffocating.

Several aborigines who usually like to drink wine pushed open the tavern and saw the group of big-headed soldiers having a carnival. The horses turned and left. The boss was ruthless and resentful if he was wrong about this situation...

The centerpiece of that banquet was Alan Bair and the remains of the engine shrine of the Chimera troop carrier, provided by the butt of a certain unlucky soldier.

The staff officer carefully wiped the piece of debris. He didn't expect that in just a few decades of his life, Chimera would leave him first. He felt pain again. Then he saw Alan Bair with a sad face and patted his shoulder and said With.

"What's wrong, soldier, can I do a miracle? If not, that operation will not succeed. More than 70 soldiers will come back!"

John was even more drunk, holding up his wine glass and speaking in low Gothic (almost dialect) Chinese. "To my respected platoon leader, Boss Alan Bayer, my admiration for him is like a torrential river..."

"The Emperor's blessing, the star of the empire, Alan Bair is invincible in the east, stepping on the green-skin mecha, punching the green-skin boss!"

As for Alan Bair, the more he listened, the more uncomfortable he became. He was lucky. Catachan helped him before, and he was accidentally given a long-edged knife. It is very likely that the orcs there were wrong to Catachan. Chang's cruelty was simply outrageous, and he was already dead...

He couldn't tell when that kind of luck would end. It didn't matter if he died in battle, but if there were so many soldiers relying on him, he began to fear what would happen if he lost.

Regardless of whether he retreats or is brave, he really just has good luck or the blessing of the God-Emperor. Don't send him to the center of the battlefield! Does he want to find a group of people to survive in that terrible dark universe?

Alan Bayer took a sip of amset. The amset in that world had a lot of fruits mixed in it. The overall taste was sweet, and his mood also relaxed.

He exhaled hot breath again, as if silently complaining about why he didn't die on the battlefield, and lamenting how he came alive?

Alan Bair is a bit contradictory. He is fed up with the horror of the dark universe, but he can't let go of his comrades. It's probably a little bit that he wants to die, and it's probably a little bit that he wants to live in the East.

If you recycle ammunition, you can find a way to survive the constant attacks, if you fight back against the greenskins, you can crawl back from the desperate situation, and if you can even defeat the cans, you can just because the lieutenant colonel is passing by.

What can he be patient with?

Maybe Touji would have died, and the people in the fourth row would have been so sad. That feeling made him very unhappy, and he thought about how nice it was that he begged the Astartes, smashed the big green-skinned face with one punch, and tore apart the chain sword. can.

Ambition, generosity for justice, superhuman will? When everything disappears like smoke and the unknown comes from the east, people will become afraid.

So what if you rely on luck and martial virtue to survive? If Dongci dies, more people who care about him will suffer and be in danger.

He does not deny God…

Alan Bayer felt that the sweet wine would be bitter if he drank it, even though he didn't like drinking.

Suddenly, he was pulled by the brown-haired Dong Shi, and he felt his body light up. The girl actually got some tough guys to lift him up forcefully.

"Long live Second Lieutenant Alan Beyer! Long live the platoon commander!"

"Long live the Empire Star!"

A few people stirred up the atmosphere in the tavern again. Ailan Baier was forced to look at each other with a smile. Soon, the group of tough men got him out on the street and walked beside the city wall. If not, someone who had participated in the battle knew about it before. , Rumor has it that probably all the 6,000 Astra Militarum troops stationed in the south knew about that...

In the tavern, the red-faced staff officer was stroking the engine fragment. "I did a good job, you did a good job, it's okay, everyone will remember me, and they will think that the living people are greater now."

The Mechanic Priest also ate the bread and walked to the staff, then put down the food and chanted the mechanical language to the loyal imperial engine...

Transcendence?

In the forest, the past war was still there, and the huge traces of movement of the Ork mecha attracted the attention of Lieutenant Colonel Avada of Catachan. He had been tracking the location of the Ork anti-orbital equipment for a long time, but whether those damn things were wrong. He did a great job in counter-investigation.

The fluctuating magnetic field and huge forests of that garden world made visual inspection of the artillery positions from the air by detectors and forests very foolish and uncertain.

Catachans have been looking for it, but the forest is so long, how could it be so easy to find it, but if the huge orc mecha comes out, the traces of that thing are not easy to hide.

The experienced hunters moved forward following the smell of chain saws and engine oil, clearing the forest and cutting vines. The noisy sounds of the orcs seemed to be in their ears, which made people feel irritated.

Silent and full of murderous intent, they advance like ghosts in the forest. They deny Catachan, the heroes from the Empire's death world, the true terrifying monsters, the demons of Catachan.

Melta guns, bolt bombs, beam carbines, and Catachan blades, although they are simple, they are all good things.

Compared with its experience and strength, will it give the orcs extra surprises and happiness?

But Avada soon saw the scenery coming from the east. He did see a large number of orc artifacts, but he miscalculated.

If only one-eyed orcs are good, but there is a huge wild group visible to the naked eye. One-eyed Ruming is walking on the throne, a large number of orc mechas, and dozens of rumbling garbage cannons are being built in the duel field. Avada felt her hair stand on end.

Avada soon realized that the Astra Militarum had been deceived. The Planetary Governor did not report that the number of greenskins in that world was so exaggerated. If only those who were defeated near Karu City and those who gathered there during that time, there were probably tens of thousands. That’s it!

The number even exceeds the strength of Karu City where the Astra Militarum is stationed!

That planet has been polluted by green skin for a long time!

Catachan's expressions froze. Such a situation was beyond their control. The interference of communication devices and the loss of contact with other cities made the Astra Militarum feel that there were only ten thousand orcs in that world, and they were unable to gather more. Big, teams that can destroy other worlds.

But the reality is that the orc infection there is so severe that the Inquisition needs to be notified...